A poll about the length of poll questions...

[Lancer]

How long is it?

[Winston]

33 days, sir.

[SlowwHand]

310

[Lancer]

310 spaces, yes. However I could have kept typing more 1234567890s, I just got bored. I have no idea how much further it might go. Poll questions are like the Universe.

I am baffled by Winston's '33 days', though the 'sir' was rather nice.

[SlowwHand]

33 days tripped me out, too.

[Aeson]

(Time out:0 days after 07-08-2008, 15:54)

[Theben]

3.141592653589793238462...

approximately.

[BeBMan]

[Winston]

The 33 days thing was just one of my habitual obscure Monty Python references.

Sailor #1: Still no sign of land. How long is it?

Sailor #2: That's a rather personal question, sir.

Sailor #1: You stupid git. I meant how long has it been in the lifeboat? You've destroyed the atmosphere now.

Sailor #2: I'm sorry.

Sailor #1: Shut up. Start again.

Sailor #1: Still no sign of land. How long is it?

Sailor #2: 33 days, sir.

Sailor #1: Thirty-three days?

Sailor #2: We can't go on much longer. I didn't think I destroyed the atmosphere.

Sailor #1: Shut up.

Sailor #2: Well, I don't think I did.

Sailor #1: 'Course you did.

Sailor #2: Did you think I destroyed the atmosphere?

Sailor #3: Yes I think you did.

Sailor #1: Shut up. Shut up!

Sailor #1: Still no sign of land. How long is it?

Sailor #2: 33 days, sir.

Sailor #4: Have we started again? (slap)

Sailor #1: STILL no sign of land. How long is it?

Sailor #2: 33 days, sir.

Sailor #1: Thirty-three days?

Sailor #2: We can't go on much longer, sir. We haven't eaten since the fifth day.

Sailor #3: We're done for, we're done for!

Sailor #1: Shut up, Maudling.

Sailor #2: We've just got to keep hoping. Someone may find us.

Sailor #4: How we feeling, Captain?

Captain: Not too good. I...I feel so weak.

Sailor #2: We can't hold out much longer.

Captain: Listen...chaps...there's still a chance. I'm...done for, I've...got a gammy leg and I'm going fast; I'll never get through. But...some of you might. So...you'd better eat me.

Sailor #1: Eat you, sir?

Captain: Yes. Eat me.

Sailor #2: Iiuuhh! With a gammy leg?

Captain: You needn't eat the leg, Thompson. There's still plenty of good meat. Look at that arm.

Sailor #3: It's not just the leg, sir.

Captain: What do you mean?

Sailor #3: Well, sir...it's just that -

Captain: Why don't you want to eat me?

Sailor #3: I'd rather eat Johnson, sir! (points to sailor #4)

Sailor #2: So would I, sir.

Captain: I see.

Sailor #4: Well that's settled then...everyone's gonna eat me!

Sailor #1: Uh, well.

Sailor #2: What, sir?

Sailor #1:: No, no you go ahead, please, I won't.......

Sailor #4: Oh, nonsense, sir, you're starving. Tuck in.

Sailor #1: No, no, it's not that.

Sailor #2: What's the matter with Johnson, sir?

Sailor #1: Well, he's not kosher.

Sailor #3: That depends how we kill him, sir.

Sailor #1: Yes, that's true. But to be perfectly frank I...I like my meat a little more lean. I'd rather eat Hodges.

Sailor #2: Oh well, all right.

Sailor #3: I still prefer Johnson.

Captain: I wish you'd all stop bickering and eat me.

Sailor #2: Look. I tell you what. Those who want to can eat Johnson. And you, sir, can have my leg. And we make some stock from the Captain, and then we'll have Johnson cold for supper.

Sailor #1: Good thinking, Hodges.

Sailor #4: And we'll finish off with the peaches. (picks up a tin of peaches)

Sailor #3: And we can start off with the avocados. (picks up two avocados)

Sailor #1: Waitress! (a waitress walks in) We've decided now, we're going to have leg of Hodges...

[Lancer]

[Tuberski]

4?

Professor Terguson: Come on, this man has been under a lot of pressure.
[begins screaming and pounding his fist]
Professor Terguson: ...Say it!... Say it!... Say it!
Thornton Melon: The answer is...
[the answer hits him]
Thornton Melon: ... 4?
Dr. Phillip Barbay: [defeated] Right

ACK!